Cheering up needed

April 1, 2012 - One Response

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On eating food, stuff you like, as much as you want.

January 26, 2012 - Leave a Response

The past year or so, I’ve thought about food a lot. I’ve eaten it, cooked it, bought it, read about it, talked about it and above all thought about it a shitload, to be honest. It started about two years ago with me realising that I weigh more than I did when I was 16 and decided it was a good idea to try to aim to weigh that much again.

I have realised that I’ve come a long way since then. Granted, I still talk about food and nutrition with my friends more than they care to pretend to be interested in. In November, I started reading about raw food and tried it (well, kind of) for a while (for me, it started with reading this post in a Finnish blog). I bought expensive seaweed and got married to my blender. I got a bit obsessed about it, actually. The food was supposed to make me feel really good. What I didn’t realise was that the food I ate previously didn’t make me feel bad, quite the contrary.

After all that, I remembered the awesome Fat Nutritionist and re-read her thoughts on healthy eating: Eat food. Stuff you like. As much as you want (a jab at Michael Pollan, who does say some very interesting things also).

So after a month or so I baked cinnamon rolls – and ate four of them right then, right there. Wuaah! Sugar! Wheat! Butter! Toxic cinnamon! But guess what? They tasted amazing, and nothing happened. I did not die – quite the contrary: I felt great. I also felt a little bit silly about my food obsession. All this time I had convinced myself that it was all about getting ‘healthier’, when it, in the back of my mind, was about getting thinner, too. It’s not only a disturbing thought because there is nothing wrong with my body, but because a lot of the links between health and weight are skewed, to say the least.

So now, when the instructor at my gym yells at me to do a move harder because it will make my ‘arse look good’, I get pissed off. I want to go to the gym to feel better, to get fitter and healthier. I’ve messed up my relationship with my body quite enough on my own.

Job application update

January 17, 2012 - Leave a Response

Have started to consider taking a leaf out of Hunter Thompson’s book.

Life experience

December 30, 2011 - Leave a Response

“My cover letter, written while watching “Glee,” included gems like “I’m too sour to bother googling it” and “I’m not cool” and ended with me writing about when I cried over butterscotch milkshakes. When they flew me in for an interview and asked me about any skills I had, I flaunted a trick wherein my middle fingers appear to be connected through my palms. The editor said “That’s not the kind of skill I meant.” To which I said: “Well, can you do it?” He could not. I got the job.”

That is a passage from Seven Years as a Freelance Writer, or, How to Make Vitamin Soup by Richard Morgan. Read it, it’s awesome.

There’s nothing worse for your self-esteem than trying to get a job in the media when you’re just starting out. Every day you hear about companies firing more people without replacing them. And every day more people want to work in the media. If you aren’t willing to go the extra mile to get the job, there will be heaps of other people that will. That’s just something you have to accept.

What has also happened is that the media companies have started the application for summer jobs earlier and earlier. Naively, I thought that sending an application before the deadline is enough. Turns out, most of the positions have been filled before the deadline. So now I’m sitting here, writing applications for jobs that have already been filled. If I ever get called to an interview in the future, I am seriously considering flaunting a finger trick, maybe just a different kind that the Morgan one.

I haven’t had a proper media job in over a year. Everything that I have gotten published is old news. Instead I’ve moved to the other side of the world – twice. I’ve met some wonderful, wonderful people and made new friends, fallen in love, studied Baudelaire and Adorno, tried to learn a new language and tried to come to terms with my own westernness. I’ve swam in the world’s largest reef, sandboarded in the world’s oldest desert and almost stepped on a land mine. I’ve learned more than I will ever truly appreciate before I’m old. While I hate that it’s such a cliché to have travel-related life experience stories, all this made me grow.

At some point in my life, I will be skilled and experienced enough to be on the same line as all the other applicants. I’m not there yet, but I will do my best to be. And then the past year will matter.

So while I’m depressing over all these awesome jobs I won’t get, I think about the ending scene of 21.

Must see

November 23, 2011 - Leave a Response

 

Also, ch-check this out. It’s awesome.

Sol i sinne

November 23, 2011 - One Response

Tomorrow, the sun rises at 8.40 and sets at 15.33.

That’s right, the length of day is 6 hours, 52 minutes and 47 seconds. In a month it will be over 1 hour shorter still.

Since I can’t afford this, my therapy of choice is this, this and this.

I am also very comforted by the fact that in approximately 88 days, I will be doing something like this:

 

#MenCallMeThings and re:gosling

November 19, 2011 - Leave a Response

Two things you should read: Sady Doyle on #MenCallMeThings and Hynek Pallas on Drive (in swedish).

They say things so much better than I ever could.

Gosling

November 4, 2011 - Leave a Response

It started with Drive.

It wasn’t a very good movie. I’m sorry, this time I can’t be pretentious – it just wasn’t. It was too much surface and too little content. Even if it looked damned good, it wasn’t enough. Not when this is what plays in the end, as if the audience needs the film to spell it out for them. Two things made it worth seeing: the first 10 minutes and Ryan Gosling.

After this I saw Crazy, Stupid, Love, which, ironically, was much better than Drive. And then I realised that I have to watch everything Ryan Gosling has been involved with.

I will forgive him for The Notebook.

Ice cold

September 9, 2011 - Leave a Response

In Melbourne again (Yes, I’ve done enough planet destroying for a lifetime with my flying all over the place. I feel bad, but freight ships to places like Australia take too long).

Now, Melbourne is wonderful. It’s not just because the Economist Intelligence Unit says so. It’s so much more metropolitan, multicultural, open-minded than my home city. It’s not perfect of course, but I love its flaws too. I have, for instance, learned not to get riled up about planning issues and urban sprawl (ie everybody needing their own house and their own back yard). It’s part of the package.

Today I wondered whether I would ever learn to talk as much and as fast as many Australians do (disclaimer: not all, of course, and this is just my personal observation). I don’t know whether this is because I’m Finnish or because I have some personality traits of a 80-year old, but I like silence. Sometimes it’s true that you shouldn’t say anything if you have nothing good to say.

Then again, yesterday I was told: “You are so cold. But I guess it’s just how you Scandinavians are”.

“This is Africa”

July 20, 2011 - One Response

“This is Africa”, my friend often says. This is usually in a situation where there is a problem and I have gotten angry and frustrated.

I complain about Africa a lot.

Even though I have been in this part of the world for two months now, I still get frustrated whenever the internet that we are supposed to have access to doesn’t work. I get angry when there is no hot water. I sometimes don’t have the patience to start each sentence with ‘how are you’ etc when there is a problem to be solved.

And then my Namibian friend says, ‘silly rabbit, this is Africa’.

The truth is, there are often problems. These problems are, however, almost always solved. Conversations cannot start in any other way than with asking how someone is. People should not be rushed, even if you are in a hurry. Politeness and formality is important.

In spite of the two months, I still expect the internet to work. I still get frustrated. I act as the rich, efficiency obsessed westerner that I am.

But then I think about the people I’ve met, and the places I’ve visited. I think about how nice it is that people look you in the eye and ask you how you are. I think about the giraffes we saw in Etosha national park.